Quotes About Journey

This is the entrance To the city of you...

And so, if you get lost in time it is like being lost in a desert, except that you can't see the desert because it is not a thing.

Family, that slippery word, a star to every wandering bark, and everyone sailing under a different sky.

And I said, "I needed to sit down and be quiet and think." And he said, "OK, let's keep it simple. What are you doing at the railway station?" And I said, "I'm going to see Mother." And he said, "Mother?

She is off the heart's map and her compass is spinning.

And this mean time is a mystery, and not even a thing, and no one has solved the puzzle of what time is, exactly. And so if you get lost in time it is like being lost in a desert, except that you can't see the desert because it is not a thing. And this is why I like timetables, because they make sure you don't get lost in time.

Maja is thirty-seven weeks pregnant.

The greatest blizzards start with the finest snow.

In living, one muddles through the years for the sake of those one or two moments which are indisputably great.

They got up steam and proceeded calmly to the north - where there seemed to be no people, but only mountains, lakes, reedy snow-filled steppes, and winter gods who played with storms and stars.

Souls are complicated things.

But in the end he was so tired and hungry that, rather than walk to Utah, he decided to take his chances in a moss-and-puffball suit on a shock pancake thrown into the air by a giant catapult. Besides, the thing was insanely alluring.

A profession is like a great snake that wraps itself around you. Once you are enwrapped, you are in a slow fight for the rest of your life, and the lightness of youth leaves you.

Your materialism will make you suffer terribly not only at the end but also on the way.

They will know failure and triumph intertwining, locked in a braid of life and death. But eventually they will sit in a quiet room and understand that the bright days and fiercely contested struggles have been solely for the purpose of bringing them to this poignant and tender silence.

the greater the stillness, the farther you could travel, until, in absolute immobility, you achieved absolute speed.

I have three hooves in the pasture and one already in the grave, but I have a few things more to tell before I get to the smoke and thunder.

A friend once told me that I find my stories because I never learned to drive. It's true. I take the bus. I walk around. By being out there—not the driver of my story but the literal and figurative rider—I have the opportunity to see things that I would never otherwise see. I

Even if one glimpses God, there are cuts and splinters and burns along the way.

When wiggling through a hole the world looks different than when scrubbed clean by the wiggle and looking back.

And where is home? Is it where we begin or where we end up? Is it where we long to be or where life puts us to make good use of our gifts?

The Pain of Becoming For the flower, it is fully open at each step of its blossoming. We do ourselves a great disservice by judging where we are in comparison to some final destination. This is one of the pains of aspiring to become something: the stage of development we are in is always seen against the imagined landscape of what we are striving for. So where we are—though closer all the time—is never quite enough.

To journey without being changed is to be a nomad. To change without journeying is to be a chameleon. To journey and to be transformed by the journey is to be a pilgrim.

The truth is that life will break us and burn us at some point on the journey. This is not pessimistic or cynical but descriptive of the geography of being alive. It is part of how we are transformed by the journey. Yet when we're broken or burned by events, we feel betrayed by God. When we're broken or burned by people, we feel betrayed by other souls.